You blur me out, make me feel so small sometimes, and I don't really amount to anything next to you. However, I still feel so much for you. How are you doing this to me? I'm on a wild ride and I can't seem to get off. You're unpredictable. Eccentric. Contradicting. Conflicting. But you reel me in every time. Your smile. Your laugh. How could someone be so beautiful inside out? Your personality is terrific, never-not-amazing. You make me sad. You make me happy. I can't figure out anything around you. I'm a victim of your influence. You're as deadly and as beautiful as a great white shark, and next to you, I'm a goldfish.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
RandomPage thro page, fall by fall, broken bones and misunderstandings; We live. (Pointing out that this is all pure imagination, any resemblance toward anyone or anything real is coincidental)
